Monarch Night

"Everything he said later was also completely correct."

"But I didn’t want to engage in chivalrous acts, so I joined My True Sect."

"I lied, so I hate the Hen Tian Blade... The Sword Foundation was partly invalidated by Ningxue Sword’s comments. The feud is still there, the hatred is still there, but its roots have been dug up."

Sun Wutian faintly smiled.

Throughout his telling, his voice and expression remained calm.

It seems that within this Absolute Domain, the tranquility of his own Zhuangzi can soothe all his anger and dissatisfaction, resentment and blame.

"Grandmaster! You..."

Fang Che revealed a look of shock and concern.

At the same time, he suddenly understood.

Why this time Sun Wutian appeared, it was so vastly different from the last time; so that’s why, the Hen Tian Blade, the Sword Foundation was defeated!

This was indeed an astounding good fortune!

"Could it be that you regard me as the sole hope to cultivate the Hen Tian Blade?" Fang Che felt a bit excited inside.

If that were the case, it’d be truly incredible!

"So you also understand, Hen Tian Blade is different from Ningxue Sword, different from Emotion Cutting Saber, and further different from Sui Meng Spear."

Sun Wutian said, "This is an extreme offensive move, but it also has flaws. The flaw is emotion!"

"Intense emotion can allow the Hen Tian Blade to exhibit power several times beyond its normal; but once emotion is diminished or uprooted, its power plummets from heaven to earth."

"Any weapon, any method of attack relies on emotions to be driven; but they require only temporary emotions to trigger. But Hen Tian Blade is different from them!"

"From now on, I can still use Hen Tian Blade in regular battle arrays, but if it’s against experts from the top six ranks of the Cloud Weapon List, using Hen Tian Blade becomes my weak point. This is the fatal injury from the Sword Foundation being weakened."

Sun Wutian said, "Therefore, this time when I came, for the Hen Tian Blade, I must fully understand your situation."

"My situation?" Fang Che felt a bit puzzled.

"Yes."

Sun Wutian said, "I’m taking extermination vendetta as the starting point, taking the ingratitude and betrayal of people of the world as the foundation, to avenge the world, slaughtering in the mortal dust!"

"But what about you? Your Hen Tian Blade is incomplete, but your hatred is potent!"

Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che and spoke, "So, where does your hatred come from? Where is your Sword Foundation based? Is your foundation stable enough?!"

This is a very crucial question.

Especially for Sun Wutian at this moment, it’s critical to the utmost degree.

It’s the thing he cares about the most.

"What exactly do you hate?!"

Sun Wutian asked word by word.

"What exactly do I hate?"

At this moment, Fang Che was genuinely baffled.

This sentence made him not know how to answer.

Do I hate My True Sect?

Can I even say this?

Seeing Fang Che’s bewilderment and contemplation, Sun Wutian did not rush him but quietly sat beside waiting.

Because he knew Fang Che was a wild card.

His hatred came together entirely by coincidence, and it was by fortunate coincidence that he unlocked the heritage of the Hen Tian Blade.

The foundation may not be stable.

Therefore, Fang Che needs time to sort things out. His words are essentially equivalent to morning bells or evening drums for Fang Che.

While awakening him, they’re also urging him to think.

After a long while.

Finally, Fang Che said bewilderedly, "Grandmaster, I feel I hate a lot... I don’t know how to answer you about this question right now."

Sun Wutian’s eyes gleamed, and he said, "Then you should speak it all out."

Fang Che frowned, with an inevitable rise of anger in his eyes.

He said, "My first hate is my origin. I’m only an external relative of a Ninth-level Family. I grew up following my mother, living in my uncle’s house. Although my uncle treated us very well, that’s still not my own home."

"I hate, why is my birth so ordinary, when going out, the children of families of the same Shi Family level bullied me, those from families with higher status over Fang Family bullied me; what they ate, I could never eat, what they used, I would yearn for even if my eyes were bleary, but could never obtain..."

"From that time, I began hating! I hate, why is my family so weak? I hate, why are they all so strong!?"

"I hate why those beautiful things aren’t mine, why don’t they belong to me?"

This originates from the time before Fang Che’s soul was merged, the hate of that immature young man, carried with defiance against all things, was used by Fang Che here.

"Then I slowly grew up, my master found me, I started cultivating martial arts, then my hatred grew even deeper, especially after joining the Martial Arts Academy..."

"I desperately struggled, wore myself out for two months, only to find it less effective than the advancement in a day by the children of major families merely from drinking a bowl of porridge in the morning! I risked my life going out for missions, yet it didn’t yield as much merit as some incidental handouts others gave away!"

"The attention of the whole world continually follows those with wealth, power, influence, and strength, while children from regular families like mine, no matter how much they exhaust themselves, sacrificing everything, no one so much as looks in their direction!"

"This still is fate’s injustice! I hate this heaven, why is it so unfair! All are human, why do I have to struggle so hard!?"

Fang Che was slowly finding his stride.

"Later on, even though I am a member of Yixin Sect, I haven’t done any wrong thing, all the time I worked for Martial Arts Academy, for the Guardian, establishing meritorious service. But just because my master is Sun Yuan, they began nitpicking against me, did I do anything bad? I didn’t!"

"Simply due to this, they irrationally forced me to walk Wenxin Road, leading me to faint, causing my spirit to nearly collapse. If I did bad things, I’d admit it! But I didn’t, I even uncovered undercover families of other sects for the Guardian! I did a service! But just because of my master’s name, it doesn’t matter that I made contributions!"